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[Verse 1: Tre Blanca]
Sometimes I want to get away
My generation’s peace, gone astray
Definite races, but we all the same
Taking drugs or pressing love
What shit to gain?
I ain’t got to sit in your window just to feel your pain
I know the struggle of adolescence, searching
Protection, looking for change but no sense of direction
In the recession, incarceration is still progressing
In the city, a good kid with bad intentions, uh
[Hook: Tre Blanca]
Next to blow, like letter 'b’, just wait and see
Rappers I hate you, like I’m close to letter 'g’
Poetry spoken over melody
I stay fly, still see, staring at urban dreams, uh
Next to blow like letter 'b’, just wait and see
Rappers I hate you, like I’m close to letter 'g’
Poetry spoken over melody
I stay fly, still see, staring at urban dreams, hold up
[Interlude: female (male)]
I’m trying to speak that poetry too, man (Hold up, man)
That shit on the radio here is stupid (Is that Urban Cartel and TyLa$oul?)
I’m cooling, cooling out music
I want to change the world with my dream (That is them, oh shit, nigga)
But hey, I guess one day the world will see
For now, umm…
[Verse 2: TyLa$oul]
Highway robbin’ was holdin’ over the time
Knowing this classic car can’t go far but all I’m fine
Party hard for the night, but want a gnarlier life
I don’t have to drink to get the zombies outside of my body (so I)
Cause damn, they affect my neighbors
I guess that’s why all my haters are bitten before I ate ’em
And I slay ’em! Trying to stop my knowledge from hitting people
Here’s your element, the residence to all the evil
Breeze Park
[Hook: Tre Blanca]
[Second Interlude: male]
Brother! We’ve got to go get some autographs from that man
That’s TyLa$oul and Urban Cartel
What they doin’ out in the country?
[Verse 3: Tre Blanca]
Death at our front door, like it’s corpses on porches
Spit nauseous like ill, nigga
Shocking like eels, nigga
Medicated the game, Obama like Hussein
Fuck who saying we not sick: East Coast is toxic, uh
Word to Johnson, we rock shit
Killing grounded rappers, we flier than cock pit
Dropping hot shit while we higher than drop kick
These rappers ain’t fucking with us, check the synopsis, yo, yo
[Hook: Tre Blanca]
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